The British poets, including translations, Volume 251822 |
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... mortal muse thy praise rehearse In no ignoble verse ; But such as thy own voice did practise here , When thy first fruits of poesy were given To make thyself a welcome inmate there ; ' While yet a young probationer , And candidate of ...
... mortal muse thy praise rehearse In no ignoble verse ; But such as thy own voice did practise here , When thy first fruits of poesy were given To make thyself a welcome inmate there ; ' While yet a young probationer , And candidate of ...
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... mortal ears Had heard the music of the spheres . And if no clustering swarm of bees On thy sweet mouth distill'd their golden dew , ' Twas that such vulgar miracles Heaven had not leisure to renew : For all thy bless'd fraternity of ...
... mortal ears Had heard the music of the spheres . And if no clustering swarm of bees On thy sweet mouth distill'd their golden dew , ' Twas that such vulgar miracles Heaven had not leisure to renew : For all thy bless'd fraternity of ...
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... mortal eyes ; In earth the much - lamented virgin lies . Not wit , nor piety could Fate prevent ; Nor was the cruel Destiny content To finish all the murder at a blow , To sweep , at once her life and beauty too ; But , like a harden'd ...
... mortal eyes ; In earth the much - lamented virgin lies . Not wit , nor piety could Fate prevent ; Nor was the cruel Destiny content To finish all the murder at a blow , To sweep , at once her life and beauty too ; But , like a harden'd ...
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... mortal eyes sustain immortal light ? But as the sun in water we can bear , Yet not the sun , but his reflection there , So let us view her , here , in what she was , And take her image in this watry glass : Yet look not every lineament ...
... mortal eyes sustain immortal light ? But as the sun in water we can bear , Yet not the sun , but his reflection there , So let us view her , here , in what she was , And take her image in this watry glass : Yet look not every lineament ...
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... mortal breath ; And , could they take the ' impressions of her mind , Enough still left to sanctify her kind . Then wonder not to see this soul extend The bounds , and seek some other self , a friend ; As swelling seas to gentle rivers ...
... mortal breath ; And , could they take the ' impressions of her mind , Enough still left to sanctify her kind . Then wonder not to see this soul extend The bounds , and seek some other self , a friend ; As swelling seas to gentle rivers ...
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Amyntas Arcite arm'd arms Athens beauteous beauty began behold betwixt bless'd bliss blood bore breast breath bride call'd cast Chanticleer COUNTESS OF ABINGDON coursers Creon cried crown'd Cymon dame death decree design'd dream Emily eyes fair falchions fame fate father fear fear'd feast fight fire fix'd flames force fortune gave grace green grief ground grove hand hast heard heart Heaven holy honour JOHN DRYDEN join'd kind king knew knight ladies laurel light live look'd lord lyre Lysimachus maid mind mix'd mortal mourning never o'er oppress'd pain Palamon pass'd Philostratus Pirithous pleased pointed lance prescience prey prince pursue queen quire race rest return'd Reynard Rhodian royal secret seem'd side sigh'd sight sing slain sorrow soul steed stood sung sweet Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thought Timotheus took turn'd Twas virtue vows wife wind wood youth
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Page 49 - Soothed with the sound the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he heaven and earth defied, Changed his hand, and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful muse, Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius, great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate...
Page 51 - The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen fired another Troy...
Page 53 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.
Page 54 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way; Make us eternal truths receive And practise all that we believe. Give us thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Page 77 - At every turn she made a little stand, And thrust among the thorns her lily hand To draw the rose, and every rose she drew She shook the stalk, and brush'd away the dew : Then party-colour'd flowers of white and red She wove, to make a garland for her head : This done, she sung and caroll'd out so clear, That men and angels might rejoice to hear : Ev'n wondering Philomel forgot to sing, And learn'd from her to welcome in the spring.
Page 47 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride : — Happy, happy, happy pair ! None but the brave None but the brave None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 51 - Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain: Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 53 - And make thy temples worthy thee. 0 source of uncreated light, The Father's promised Paraclete ! Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing.
Page 53 - Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Page 48 - With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love). A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...